A few days ago my children asked me what I thought we should name the last remaining chick. We started with five, but only one survived. So I replied with, "Lucky." They got a chuckle out of that, but determined that that name was no good. They wanted to call her Domino because she was black and white.
Last night I went out to close up the coop. I did a quick head count and realized that Domino wasn't there. I looked around the yard and outside the fence, but there was no sign of her. I went inside and told the family. My son grabbed a flashlight and went out to look. It didn't take him long to find a carcass. I'm not sure how I missed it.
There were feathers everywhere. I'm assuming that another hawk got it, and boy did it eat well. There wasn't much left of that bird.
I guess its luck ran out.